Instead of one person you see three. "What the hell", you exclaim! "I told you the nanites weren't calibrated for someone of my mass", all three Erics say in unison. You shake your head and say, "We don't have time for this now. Just get dressed in the clothes we had left over from the last brothel haul and then raise the stealth shield around the cargo. Anderson, get back to the bridge. I'm going to tell the rest of the crew and then go great our guests". You all run to the hold with the clothes and get dressed. The Erics have a hard time until they figure out that they can help herselves. You race to inform the rest of the crew as the others do their duties.
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